SlitherTrain Lyrics

Lord

Though we stand trudging the gutters of the shadows of death the time for rest is far from near for the final fight is feared to be all that's left

I'm bored of normal life

Give me the blight

Show me what's truly inside the hearts of every fuckface leeching off my light

Tell em get fucked

To help themselves they must suffer

Throw their devoid of purpose vessels into the fiery pits of Hell

Give it time should they survive they'll find themselves

Thankful for the opportunity to fail and reassimilate

Cry and run all the way to the corner if needed

But to believe in a destiny laid out for fruition of nature is the light within our potential

We may fall on our faith but should the day remain to breathe again

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Show your direction in this life and reposition the mic when the day arrives to speak your peace

Grip the leash of your demons to bite the gun out of the hands of bullshit

Feeding imposters

Spit out what you have to say already

Tell me what makes you tick

Don't fake it just to back out like a bitch

Stick to who tf you are and don't let anybody steer you far from your instinct to thrive

Bleed out what's infesting your insides

Plead to the Gods to disinfect your life

Read up on what keeps a lock on speaking inner light when the time aligns the pieces for the good fight

Don't look at me with intent to bite my light

Find your own please with respect my debts reside to the skies

I don't need a queen to please my damaged shadowchild

He screams along fine when I let him run free off the leash

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Please?

Let me out of my cage

I'm fixing to express some rage

Oh Jesus I guess I better just

Compromise with this demon

Free him from the chains of perdition for instinct driven in the name of a nail to heart of Satan

The freight train of weight that comes along with partaking in this prison planet brings this sense of divine craving

To actualize

Self analyze

Reach deep within what resides in my dying carcass

This rotting ready to quit like a hypocrite body

Fuck that the spirit lives forever

Fun fact

I don't need shit from anybody or thing in this Hellpit

I have trust in God and the divine pieces that align our lives to resolve thyself of facade

Step back snake ass in the grass

Where you going I don't need a fucking thing from you

Wanna hacksaw gasoline retreat?

Step into my office mister slither

I'll make you a fresh cup of T

Then put a bullet in your fucking teeth